<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352713" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Here will be echoes in the mountains...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here will be echoes in the mountains,<br>The distant landslides' rumbling boom,<br>The rocks, the dwellings in the village,<br>The sorry little inn, the gloom</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of something black beyond the Terek,<br>Clouds moving heavily. Up there<br>The day was breaking very slowly;<br>It dawned, but light was nowhere near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One sensed the heaviness of darkness<br>For miles ahead around Kazbek<br>Wound on the heights: though some were trying<br>To throw the halter from their neck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As if cemented in an oven,<br>In the strange substance of a dream,<br>A pot of poisoned food, the region<br>Of Daghestan there slowly steamed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its towering peaks towards us rolling,<br>All black from top to foot, it strained<br>To meet our car, if not with clashing<br>Of daggers, then with pouring rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mountains were preparing trouble.<br>The handsome giants, fierce and black,<br>Each one more evil than the other<br>Were closing down upon our track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Boris+Pasternak">Boris Pasternak</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352713" data-title="Here will be echoes in the mountains... de Boris Pasternak" data-description="Here will be echoes in the mountains, The distant landslides' rumbling boom, The rocks, the dwellings in the village, The sorry little inn, the gloom Of something black beyond the Terek, Clouds moving heavily. Up there The day was breaking very s..."></div> </div> </div>

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